Way of Choices

"There is a large array of golden light to guard the Dao Xin, and no outside demons will affect the practice of Su Su."

Elder Liang said: "On the contrary, I have to take advantage of the sword that Su Li used to hold Su Li, and then grind it with Wanshan to send it to Su Su!"

Hearing this, the two elders were relieved and thought if Su Li’s sword intentions could be broken and sent to Chu Su, then maybe Su Chu would really be many years ahead of the calculations before the death of the suzerain. After birth, only then will the Changsheng Sect really regain prosperity!

Just as the three people imagined a bright future, a sudden change occurred.

The letter on the table trembled violently.

In the cheep, the envelope cracked and turned into countless paper-like butterflies, scattered around.

Where does Su Li's letter need to be taken apart to see it? Where does the sword spirit he left behind need to be inspired like those magic instruments?

He wanted the people of the eternal sect to see this letter and this sword of his own, so no matter whether anyone opened the letter, they would definitely let the other party see it!

An overbearing and extremely powerful sword will be born and cut down!

The cavernous sword sound echoed in the cave, so that the same screams were obliterated.

The sharp sword will cut off everything encountered.

Three elders with deep swords.

The Dong Mansion that has not been destroyed for thousands of years.

Soft vines deep in the cave.

Transparent water flowing down the vines.

Invisible wind formed by flowing air.

Everything was cut by this sword intention in an instant.

There was blood mist everywhere in the air, looking at the abnormal blood, and there was a thrilling beauty.

Three swords were broken into ten pieces.

Dozens of sword marks appeared on Elder Liang and fell among the ruins of the earth. Looking at the sword that was swept toward the outside of the Dong Mansion, his pale face showed infinite horror and remorse. After all the effort, shouted shoutingly: "Come off the big formation!"

The two elders heard his words and thought of the problem, and there was a look of despair in their eyes, but they could not stop the sword from breaking away. Because their arms were already severed by the sword, covered with blood, they could no longer stand up.

The sword's meaning turned into a magnificent streamer, flying down from the cliff peak, crossing the gate of the Changsheng Sect, directly breaking through the clouds, and flying into a misty mountain stream.

An extremely horrible loud noise erupted between heaven and earth, and a circle formed by the clear light covered more than ten mountain peaks hundreds of miles away.

That was the great protection of the Changzong Sect.

Immediately after that, there were countless tooth-grinding metal friction sounds in that mountain stream, countless golden lights burst out, and the sea of ​​clouds rolled uncomfortably.

There was a naive but bitter voice in the deep stream.

The sound is like a human voice but it seems to be a bird song or some kind of mechanical repetition.

"Except Su! Except Su!"

Jian Xiao suddenly!

The voice gradually converged and could no longer be heard.

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It was late at night, and many people did not sleep.

Some people are because of who they love, some people are because of who they hate, some people are because of who they are missing, and some people are because they miss food.

Before falling asleep, Xuanyuan broke and ate half of Tangjing roasted geese for supper. As a result, he lay on the bed for a short while and became hungry again. How can he sleep well when he is hungry?

He went to the stove on the other side of the lake, preparing to take out the crabs pickled in the previous day and eat them.

When he walked into the kitchen, he found that the fire at the bottom of the stove seemed to be extinguished. He didn't care and didn't light the lamp. He touched the pickle jar very accurately in the night.

In those seemingly inconspicuous pickle jars, they are not ordinary sauce crabs.

He replaced the crab with the extremely valuable blue lobster, so it should be sauce lobster.

Now he is the logistics supervisor of the National College of Education, and he has a very good relationship with the chefs of Chenghu Tower. Naturally, he will not eat badly, but the luxury of eating even seems a bit utterly tempting. If you let Chen Changsheng and Tang San Sixteen knew, and there must have been a great response.

So he did not let anyone know about these tantar sauce lobsters and secretly hid them.

The more secretly the food is hidden, the more fragrant.

Xuanyuan broke the many principles and rules of the human world, but it is very clear about this. During the process of reaching for the pickle jar, it seems that I have tasted the ultimate salty taste of the lobster sauce and the rich sweetness inside. Wonderful taste dipping all over the surface...

However, his hands were empty.

The kimchi jars that were supposed to be there were gone, and all of them were gone. The lobster with sauce in the kimchi jars was naturally gone.

Xuanyuan broke into unusual anger, several subtle thunderbolts were generated in his pupils, and a crackling sound came faintly between the slightly curly hair.

The world in front of him changed from darkness to light, and the picture in the stove was clearly seen.

Not only kimchi jars, iron pans, tableware, firewood piles, but even the stovetop have been turned into pieces, just piled on the ground.

The land is full of wolf, and the soup is so bad.

Xuan Yuanbo was even more angry, and he was also vigilant. What happened here, and who cast such a terrible sword intention here?

The whole room was full of things that were cut into pieces by Jianyi. Only Shanhaijian was still there, lying quietly among the wood chips.

Xuanyuan broke his hand and picked up the Shanhaijian. He followed the subtle residue of the sword's intention to find it, and found that in the stove ash, some other color of ash was faintly sandwiched.

The ash is not like fired wood, but more like fired paper.

He hesitated for a moment, and gently teased the dust with Shanhaijian.

The ash suddenly dispersed.

An unimaginable chill suddenly enveloped the entire room.

Xuanyuan's broken body became extremely stiff, his breathing became heavy, and he felt an unimaginable sense of danger in his heart.

The feeling of chill and danger had nothing to do with the slowly dispersing ash, but from behind him and from behind the courtyard wall.

It was the deepest seabed, with suffocating pressure and cold.

The endless blue waves are the ocean of death.

Xuanyuan broke into sweat, and before the sweat had time to wet the clothes, he was condensed into snow and frost by the chill that represented death.

Looking at the National College of Education under the night, the old aunt walked forward.

A snow frost appeared on the courtyard wall, and then quietly turned into wind and sand.

This scene is like a myth.

The courtyard wall collapsed, and it was the stove that appeared in front of her, so the stove collapsed silently.

Xuanyuan broke the mountain and sea sword and stood in the ruins, trembling constantly.

Because he was scared.

Although he was brave, he was still scared.

Lai Renqiang can't imagine, the aura is very cold, giving people a feeling of extinction.

In a small building across the winter lake.

Folded sleeves opened his eyes.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes.

They all felt this feeling, and then inexplicable fear.

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(The chapter name is taken blindly, and the words are poor. It is also a sentence that was occasionally boring and used to play when writing Suzaku and a guest many years ago.)

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